War

Walking down a darkened hall
A light at the end as we fall
Our minds are clear
God is near
The angelic bells are all we hear

An informal funeral
Nothing is as meaningful
As the visions of our land so beautiful
There no morticians,
The agressive musicians,
Blow the men out of position

Posters scream their words of praise
being a soldier is all the craze
Modern men of the latter days
Young men are the preys

Promises of honor and respect
But now all that we are left with is regret
Our bodies lie still
thinking of the time when we cried "I WILL"

These souls are lost,
Which is the cost
These men are gone
Loved one must must be strong

As they proceed
in their hearts they plead
"May it end
So we may be home again"